Part 11 (1/2)

Here we are, willing to die for the right.

Silently, long from our sh.o.r.es we've admired you, Secretly proud of the pluck you've displayed.

Brothers we are of the love that inspired you; Now we are coming, full front, to your aid.

Here we are, Allies! make room in your trenches!

Shoulder to shoulder we'll share in each drive.

Here we are! quitting our lathes and our benches, Bringing our best that our best shall survive.

Here we are! Liberty's children, red-blooded, Coming to share in the struggle with you, Ready to die for the Flag that's star-studded; Tell us the work that you want us to do.

What is it, fighting or building you're needing?

Boring a mountain or bridging a stream, Steel work and real work? Your call we are heeding.

Each of us here is a man with a dream.

Here we are! tacklers of tough jobs and dangers, Any old post where you put us we'll fit; Coming to serve you as brothers, not strangers; Here we are, Allies! to offer our bit!

We Who Stay at Home

When you were just our little boy, on many a night we crept Unto your cot and watched o'er you, and all the time you slept.

We tucked the covers round your form and smoothed your pillow, too, And sometimes stooped and kissed your cheeks, but that you never knew.

Just as we came to you back then through many a night and day, Our spirits now shall come to you--to kiss and watch and pray.

Whenever you shall look away into G.o.d's patch of sky To think about the folks at home, we shall be standing by.

And as we prayed and watched o'er you when you were wrapped in sleep, So through your soldier danger now the old-time watch we'll keep.

You will not know that we are there, you will not see or hear, But all the time in prayer and thought we shall be very near.

The world has made of you a man; the work of man you do, But unto us you still remain the baby that we knew; And we shall come, as once we did, on wondrous wings of prayer, And you will never know how oft in spirit we are there.

We'll stand beside your bed at night, in silence bending low, And all the love we gave you then shall follow where you go.

Oh, we were proud of you back then, but we are prouder now; We see the stamp of splendor G.o.d has placed upon your brow, And we who are the folks at home shall pray the old time prayer, And ask the G.o.d of Mercy to protect you with His care.

And as we came to you of old, although you never knew, The hearts of us, each day and night, shall come with love to you.

Do Your All

”Do your bit!” How cheap and trite Seems that phrase in such a fight!

”Do your bit!” That cry recall, Change it now to ”Do your all!”

Do your all, and then do more; Do what you're best fitted for; Do your utmost, do and give, You have but one life to live.

Do your finest, do your best, Don't let up and stop to rest, Don't sit back and idly say: ”I did something yesterday.”

Come on! Here's another hour, Give it all you have of power.

Here's another day that needs Everybody's share of deeds.